If someone had told me that by the age of 30, I’d be married, with a child and have endured the fight of my life I wouldn’t have believed it. Married? You bet! With a child? Quite possibly. Fight for my life? Never!
I had never spent a day sick, not really sick at least. I had my “sick days” where I didn’t go to school, or even work as I got older, but not cause I was really sick but because I just didn’t feel like going. I was healthy, so why would I ever think about my health and having to fight for my life. It wasn’t in my plan and definitely wasn’t a stop I had planned to get off at. But imagine my big surprise when the train derailed and I ended up in a land so foreign and new! I was so glad to have my husband right beside me, to have his hand to hold as we held on to our precious new baby and navigated our way to the next train stop, so we could board the train and start our journey again. The destination isn’t quite the same as before, and it took us a good long 8 months to make it to the next station, but we’ve been back on the train for 7 months now. And now….
Now its time to celebrate the holidays anew. Its time to pull out the boxes of decorations, and listen to the sounds of the holidays. Its time for lights, and snow, and cold, and warm hot chocolate! Its time for snuggles under big blankets, and car windows to fog up! Time to pull out ice scrapers, and snow shovels, and buy winter boots. I love winter, when it first begins, but by the middle of January I am over it and ready for spring. But for now I’ll be excited, and continue my preparations for the holidays.
Be well all.
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